- 1By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
- 2On the willows in its midst, we hung up our harps.
- 3For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
- 4How can we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land?
- 5If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill.
- 6Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you; if I don’t prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.
- 7Remember, the Lord, against the children of Edom, the day of Jerusalem; who said, “Raze it! Raze it even to its foundation!”
- 8Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, he will be happy who rewards you, as you have served us.
- 9Happy shall he be, who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.